LUNA THE CAPTIVE HEALER novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Hazel’s POV:

I ignored those questioning voices. After firing the last bullet, I returned the pistol to Joseph.

“Thank you.” I said calmly.

Joseph took back the pistol and handed it to the Omega attendant who had been following him. His gaze fell on the red dots of those moving targets I had hit, his eyes behind the gold–rimmed glasses slightly narrowing, a trace of barely perceptible surprise flashing in their depths.

“That accurate? Wanna try a rifle? There are semi–automatics next door too.”

It was the young man beside him who spoke, with eager excitement.

You could tell he was an Alpha from a good background–handsome enough, but compared to Joseph’s gentle restraint, this person seemed more flamboyant.

I neither agreed nor refused, just said softly: “Maybe next time.”

I had acted for Dante and Alexa’s sake, not to show off. Since the bet was completed, I didn’t plan to waste more time.

But I hadn’t expected this response to immediately cause an uproar among the spectators.

“She knows rifles too???”

“Can she snipe?”

“God, I really want to see what level she’d be with a rifle!”

“Who exactly is she?. How come we’ve never seen her before?”

“I heard she’s the daughter of Blood Moon Pack’s Miss Karina.”

Discussion came in waves. After all, this was a high–threshold club, and the audience present were all wealthy or noble, always having some fervent desire to observe sudden masters.

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That young man’s eyes grew brighter, glancing at Joseph before turning to me, smiling to show two canine teeth: “Then it’s settled, next time you come, shoot with my guns.”

I didn’t respond directly, just looked at him, smiled slightly, then turned my gaze to George–who was still staring at those targets in disbelief.

“Does our bet count?” I asked, my tone very light but clearly provocative, “Did you win, or did I?”

If anyone else had said this, they’d definitely be called arrogant.

But me? Now I had that capital.

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Luna, the Captive Healer: Claimed by the Alpha King, Four Brothers Beg Her Mercy

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Crven my recent performance, no one would dare question me even if I said I could walk sideways.

And at this moment, I wasn’t just arrogant–I was radiantly, brilliantly arrogant.

Alexa stood behind me, her back twice as straight as usual, actually more arrogant than me: “Surely no one would try to weleh on a bet they lost?”

Dante sneered: “Right, losing is losing. You can’t just renege, can you?”

In that instant, almost everyone’s gaze turned to Arthur, his sister, and George.

Even Joseph and the young man beside him looked at them.

The young man looked suddenly enlightened: “Oh, so you were betting? What happens if you lose?”

Arthur’s expression grew darker, suppressing anger in his eyes.

George bit his teeth, unable to speak for a moment, stammering: “1”

Caroline, however, was furious, shouting coldly: “This doesn’t count! You deliberately set a trap!”

“Don’t you dare humiliate Arthur?”

“You deliberately hid that you could shoot, that’s why we agreed!”

Joseph’s lips curved slightly upward, saying lazily: “If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play.”

His words immediately drew agreement from surrounding spectators.

While the young man looked at Caroline with a smile, “Are you actually helping your brother or embarrassing him?”

This made both Arthur and Caroline’s faces change.

I looked at Caroline, pointing at her: “I remember you agreed first, right? So let’s start with you”

“Of course, if you think you can win, you can also raise the stakes like I just did.”

My tone was unhurried, my gaze lightly sweeping over them. “If you really think you have that ability.”

Arrogant? Of course it was arrogant!

But now, whatever Ipad was perfectly justified.

The surrounding crowd could barely control their emotions, all whispering in amazement and discussion.

George frowned tightly.

Win? He knew himself that competing again would still result in loss.

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